I randomly came across this darling boutique/showroom on a very unassuming little street in the 17th on the very edge of the Batignolles quarter. (Paris is full of unassuming streets that boast quietly of lovely little surprises!) The Mamy Factory is a brand of knitwear for babies and children, that is all HAND KNITTED by real GANDMAS!!! Read more →
Once in a while, you meet someone who has the kind of energy that is as impressive as it is efficient. After a chance find on Twitter, I met Laure de Boerio for coffee to talk about her brilliant business project Paris Helpline. I asked her for a meeting with a blog post in mind, but I was thrilled to not only come across a great subject for an article, I also encountered a true kindred spirit and a truly good soul.
Paris Helpline is that one thing that tourists need in Paris, that no one had yet thought of. Shocking, yes, but true ! Well, actually Chéri had thought of it back in 2001 way before smartphones, but his project Paris in Your Hand was thwarted by 9/11. So I was ecstatic to know that the idea had light-bulbed itself over someone else’s head. Read more →
The Promenade Pereire, this long park full of kids, flowers and fun, has always been a place of happiness to me. Back when I was a nanny for a family who lived near Porte Maillot, I used to bring the little boy I cared for here to play. It was built in 1989, so it’s a rather recent park, and is perfectly nestled in a highly residential area of the 17th arrondissement. The after school hour is the most delightful, with kids squealing and running around, nannies pulling out an array of cookies and snacks, strollers parked in the shade… Read more →
Today is mother’s day in France. I am so happy to now carry the beautiful title of « mother » and have a special day.
I get to spend the day living up to this title and take care of my little Bébé Chéri. He’s the cutest thing and my favorite person in the world, so it makes the job so sweet and delightful. But…
A dear friend was in town and wanted to offer me an evening out at l’Opera de Paris since I have spent the last two months being a new mom. I certainly was thrilled to get to dress up and go out into the center of Paris. I haven’t left the neighborhood much since the last month of my pregnancy. I was nervous however about leaving Bébé Chéri for so many hours (the opera was over three hours long, plus travel time to and from) but I got over my fears, prepared Chéri what he needed in case he had to feed our little one, and hoped in my favorite form of transportation : Uber Paris and headed to Bastille. Read more →
My little chicken : it almost sounds like one of those funny terms of endearment that the French use. they often say « My little duck » or « my little bunny » or « my little cabbage » or « my little flea » to children. Women often call each other « my hen »… so this almost strikes me as the male version. But no, it’s not a term of endearment, it is a brand new rotisserie spot in the middle of the Batignolles quarter. It is their third address in France, and the first one in Paris. And it is a hit, especially on Sundays for that midday meal. Their first Sundy open they actually ran out of chicken! It seems the Parisians want their roast chicken and to eat it too. Mon petit poulet…it’s even great for those on a student budget! So you really can have your chicken and eat it too!!!
We went from American classics to French fare with Mama Chérie in our restaurant choices while she was visiting us after Bébé Chéri was born. This little bistrot on a darling little pedestrian path next tot he church in the Batignolles quarter has been beckoning to me ever since we moved to this neighborhood. But Chéri and I went and read reviews of it online, and they weren’t great so, in our culinary snobbery, we had made a decision not to frequent that establishment. But Mama Chérie really wanted to eat there because it does looks so absolutely charming. So we caved and made reservations. In spite of our misgivings brought on by those reviews, I am happy to report that we were pleasantly surprised! Read more →
If you live in Paris, you most likely hate going to the post office. (Of course it is probably just as annoying to go to the post office in most cities). But I never dreaded the post office until I moved here. Lines move slower than the clock on your last day of cork before vacation. Rarely are the postal workers amiable. I once found myself in tears after a visit to the post office (of course I was five months pregnant and an emotional volcano waiting to happen), but still! The woman was beyond rude. There is one postal worker who is kind and cheerful at the post office on rue de Saussure in the 17th. It softens the tediousness of the task to get in front of his counter. But, when in need of stamps, imagine not having to go the the post office at all, but having the post office mail them to you!?! And isn’t it a funny concept that the post office is mailing to you, your ability to mail to others, or am I just sleep deprived and crazy for finding that delightful??? Read more →
Brooklyn Cafe, a new spot that opened up this past year in the Batignolles quarter, is every bit of that industrial-chic-Brooklyn-charm you could ask for from a café with such a name. And the burgers are amazing to boot! Plus, they have discovered that there is a clientele for gluten free burger buns, and so they offer that option on the menu. Smart people. Read more →
One month, one month has passed… the most mind blowing month of my life. I am forever changed. I am now a mama.
I have only blogged once about my pregnancy, not wanting to turn my Paris blog into a blog about weird food cravings and nausea episodes (not that I really had either of those), nor do I want to transform this into a blog about everything baby (there are plenty of those already out there and they do it quite well). But I do want to share with all of you readers my absolute joy in this incredibly transforming time in my life.